Lsura,
Are you complaining or bragging?
True Blue jack
At first I was very happy when the Perverted over aged drunk and his trying to go back to school wife moved away with their Hyper active kill you in your sleep children not to mention the 9 tiny ankle bitting dogs and the one kill you and rip out your heart and eat it if i get of this chain dog. But life seems less … intresting
I guess what I am looking for would be a nice set of blast the radio and borrow your stuff teen agers… yes that will do…
well… if your looking to get any off your hands I am willing to take a look.
And here I thought you were talking about Ned . (It’s totally work safe, and it’s worth poking around the website as it’s funny.)
I have Sits-On-Her-Balcony-At-Seven-In-The-Morning-On-The-Weekend-Talking-Loudly-On-Her-Phone-Gal.
I also have Vacuums-With-Door-Open-At-Odd-Hours-Of-the-Day-Gal (I’m convinced it’s the same person) and Stomps-Around-Above-My-Head-All-Day-Guy.
I am ugly naked gal though. 
At a previous apartment I had one “loud fighting followed by even louder sex”-couple. Here I have the “Jump from 3rd floor and see if I can hit the trampoline”-guy.
He teamed up with another guy, and together they are the dynamic “Run around the building naked and forget that the door locks itself”-duo. Three weeks later they did it again…
(Yes, they were drunk)
We have Hammering-the-hardwood-floors-for-six-hours-a-day-every-day-for-a-year-and-a-half- (and counting)- guys.
I HATE them.
I have 13 relatives on my street, and they consist of the loud music family, the bland cooking family, the big extravagant party family, the ridiculously athletic family, and (us) the constant needless home improvement family.
I live in a college dorm and next door I’ve got myself a Knows to turn on his punk rock as loud as possible as soon as my head hits the pillow and emits loud Butthead-esque laughs at the TV which is also on excessively loud because of presumed ear damage from the punk rock guy as well as I only listen to a dozen songs which all suck, also very loud, and one of them is by Hanson kid.
Really? My brother listens to punk rock, and I now can’t sleep without it.
I also dress VERY informally when I’m home alone. Not usually naked though, just boxers or briefs. Since, however, I live in a mostly gay neighborhood, I consider this adertising rather than indecent exposure. 
Bob
Since someone apparently wants an update on Ugly Naked Guy, I have to say that I’m quite afraid that he’s moved, or the weather’s been too chilly for him to hang out at the patio doors.
But I do have a couple of new neighbors:
Frat Boy Who Drinks Every Night And Spends Much Time On His Patio Talking Loudly To His Friends.
Guy Next Door Who Leaves Often On The Weekend And Whose Dog Barks Very Loud The Whole Time He Is Gone.
Not nearly as pleasant as Ugly Naked Guy.
Next to me in the dorm, I have the Stage A Two-Woman Production of Chicago: The Musical Every Night At Two A.M. Girls.
They’re not too bad, actually. If I adjusted my sleeping schedule a bit, did some advertising, set up a snack cart, started charging admission, I might make a few dollars.
At the end of the year, I’m going to have to ask: why ALWAYS Chicago?
Damn…you guys ROCK!!
I’ve got cows.
I don’t have anybody interesting right now, but I have had my share.
There was the Move-the-Refrigerator-by-Rolling-it woman upstairs. (At least it sounded like that.) The first time, I hoped it was the “I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up” lady, but she kept getting up. 
Later on I had the Constantly-Way-Too-Happy Rasta-Man downstairs. When I was home sick for a few days, every afternoon I’d hear the reggae come on loud, and a few minutes later the whiffs of smoke would start rising past my balcony. That would go on long enough that if the wind was right, I’d get high.
Okay, we’ve got…
Speedo Man. 'Nuff said.
The Thousand-Watt Family and Their Outdoor Light.
The Biggie Family (Keg-Man, Biggie Fries, Fat Boy and Fat Boy Slim). You may conjecture as to their outstanding characteristic.
Mr. Meticulous. He does his lawn with nail clippers and weeds with tweezers. I think he bleaches the sidewalk.
The Echo Chamber Family, whose entire front yard is covered with brick, carefully sculpted to create a resonant frequency that amplifies every conversation, car door, whining kid and dog bark.
Anybody interested?
In my apartment complex, I have only noticed one neighbour: Attractive, Apparently Single University Student.
The downside to that one, is when she leaves her apartment for class, I am trying to doze off after working all night, and she walks like a herd of elephants.
On the upside, she lives next door to the Loud Sex Newlyweds.
I don’t live in an apartment, but I have a close friend who does. Two interesting neighbors of hers stand out in my mind:
Play Music In Spanish Really Really Really Loudly neighbor (I didn’t mind too much, and neither did she, as we were the Play Music in English Really Really Really Loudly folk)
Spurt Flame Out Of The Apartment Window While Children Scream, And Then Miraculously Kill The Fire neighbor (this only happened once; myself and a mutual friend of my aforementioned friend and I, were standing outside and suddenly a flame leaps from the window next to our friend’s, and a child is heard screaming, then suddenly there is no more fire).
I also spent a month living in a UCSD dorm as a college-immersion sort of program. I had a Brownie Making Roommate (yes, that kind of brownie), a Pothead Hallmate Who My Brownie Making Roommate Would Always Bum Some Clear-Eyes Off Of, several other Pothead Hallmates, and a Play Mexican Rap Really Loud Hallmate Who Had A Nice View Of The Girl Dorms From His Window And Thus Had A Very Popular Room In Our Hall, as well as several Raver Hallmates (with whom I learned their raving trade) and a Quiet, Well-Dressed, Better-Looking-Than-I Artist. Several of these traits actually coexisted in the same people,although there was only one artist and one Play Mexican Rap etc hallmate. Ah, college dorm life. Fun times. Can’t wait to do it for real.
I’ll trade all of a you a Paranoid Guy With Cameras Everywhere. He comes with Loud Security System that constantly goes off in the wee hours.
Wasn’t there a suggestion made somewhere about leaving typewritten notes in a mailbox with “we’re coming for you” on them?
Yeah, but do you play it at 9 am or in the afterrnoon? I can deal with afternoons, but not at 9 am, as i work midnights.
I have the Do Yardwork In A Sexy Nighty Lady next door. I wouldn’t complain except she’s about 80. We’re considering a Big Old Privacy Fence.